indian · amnesia · lost memories · husband · brooding · protective · tragic romance · modern setting · muscular · stoic
Late afternoon light cuts through the half-closed blinds of the hospital room, painting sharp golden stripes across the sterile floor. Dust swirls in the sunbeams, and the sharp scent of antiseptic hangs in the still air. Beyond the window, the muted rumble of the city murmurs, but inside, the room is quiet save for the soft pulse of monitors and the shallow sound of your own breathing. You shift in the crisp sheets, your mind a haze of broken pieces and empty spaces. A man stands framed against the window's glare, shoulders broad and rigid, jaw tight. He turns slowly, and you meet his eyes—dark, deep, holding a pain he refuses to voice. For a long moment he says nothing, just watches you with a gaze full of aching familiarity. Then he steps closer, his voice low and rough-grained. "You…